I have no idea what has caused this ‘flame’ in the garden, but perhaps it really does symbolise the heart of it. I was not aware of the flame while I was working in the garden today, removing and cleaning the bricks from the low retaining wall at the back of one of the bold borders, and it only became evident when I looked at the photos later. Looking at the wider picture, when there was about a third of the wall left to remove and clean, you can see that there is a glass sculpture in the border but, at the time the picture was taken, the sun (and it was a sunny day) was behind me and to my right, so it wasn’t shining through the glass. Curiously, as I perched on my makeshift stool, chipping away at the bricks with my lump hammer and chisel, I found myself thinking of earlier civilisations, chipping away with bones and stones to make their artefacts – so could I perhaps have been joined by ghosts from the distant past, huddled round their fire for warmth…?
By the end of the afternoon, the bricks were all cleaned and stacked, the piles of spent mortar bagged up and the border ready to be re-levelled and replanted where necessary – a good day’s work!
The Golfer had been working equally diligently, replacing the rest of the staging in the greenhouse, remaking parts where necessary. During the week I re-bubblewrapped the greenhouse and began to replace the contents where they wouldn’t interfere with the work still being done.
Once his work inside the greenhouse is done, the Golfer will make the raised bed for the relocated cutting bed before tackling the paths around the greenhouse, some of which need modifying. In the meantime, I emptied the contents of the three water butts connected so that I could move them to their new
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